The Morning Times

A poem about how I woke up one morning feeling

Woke up by the sun's ray of light through my shades

I open the window and let the morning breeze in

As air fills up my lungs I felt empower by it and I jump out the window

Landing in a pool of sparkling grass as the scent of the morning hits my nostrils

I close my eyes and enjoying the smell of the grass and flowers and listen to the morning

As music begins to play 

 The birds and the bugs made up an orchestra

Engulf by sweet soft sounds

I flew away

Author's Note

Once again I hope you all enjoy as must as I did

Reviews

[armin]

nice poem with fine notes to imaginary.
Pleasent read.
Landing in a pool of sparkling grass
It could be 'tapping feet on soft sparkling grass'
Otherwise a nice poem.

[Matching Socks]

I wish my mornings were more like this. :)
I'm grumpy zombie until I've had coffee and food.
Sweet poem.